By Damien Knight
The breath rattles
The lungs ache
I try to sleep
Rest for goodness sake.
The cough persists,
A dread flu.
No cure to be had
Only misery true.
Do you like our poems? Remember to support us on Patreon
Advertisements
By Damien Knight
The breath rattles
The lungs ache
I try to sleep
Rest for goodness sake.
The cough persists,
A dread flu.
No cure to be had
Only misery true.
Do you like our poems? Remember to support us on Patreon
Beyond the precincts of my imagination
CHRISTIAN RELATIONSHIP
just a mummy on a journey
Are you feeling better?
LikeLike
Greetings, not really, I’ll survive. Off to school I go.
LikeLike